Where are you? - A Solangelo Story

Chapter 1- Will's P.O.V.

-Thursday-

Nico has been gone for a week. Or, rather, it'll be a week on Saturday, so I have to admit that I'm being a little dramatic with the timeline. The last day I saw him was five days ago, on Sunday when we hung out, played some checkers and seemed to have a nice day, all things considered. Usually, he's gone for a day or two, but it's been too long. I'm not just worried, I'm constantly thinking about it at this point.

He could be lost, or hurt or scared somewhere alone, thinking maybe someone is going to come find him, and then...what? We don't?

It's taking up every waking moment of my thoughts, making it hard to concentrate. I can't not know if he's alive, even. Oh my gods, what if he's not alive?!

It's making me randomly start glowing at times, which is amusing to my cabin mates at least. It's not amusing to me, it's becoming a serious problem.

I have to do something. I can't just keep obsessively checking his cabin over and over, multiple times a day, expecting him to be back. I usually have to keep doing that when he's gone because he never tells me when he gets back, but this is driving me insane.

So, I have my plan. My first order of business is calling Hazel from the locked bathroom in the Apollo Cabin. I need to make sure he's not just chilling out at Camp Jupiter, on Ambassador of Pluto business, whatever that means.

I shine my hand brightly on a prism, causing a rainbow to form. "Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering and show me Hazel Levesque!"

Slowly, an image of her appears. She's walking alone along a dirt path, and doesn't seem to notice that I called her. I don't want to scare her, really, but I have no choice.

"Hazel!" I call out, knowing that no matter what, this might startle her.

She jumps and puts a hand over her heart, looking over at me like she's expecting a fight, or something worse. "Will?" She asks, coming a bit closer, "Are you alright? Is Nico alright?"

I frown. That's a very bad sign, considering I'm looking for him and was hoping he was with her. He must not be. Shit.

"I was hoping you could tell me. I haven't seen him since Sunday night."

She curls her hand into a fist, worrying showing in her eyes already. Might I just add: same, I feel it. "Oh, I haven't seen him either. He might be in the Underworld." She tries unsurely.

The Underworld!? I'd hope he'd mention that before going. The Underworld is really dangerous, even for someone like him. I guess if he was with his father it might not be as dangerous...? I don't know how that stuff works, it's completely opposite of everything I know, actually. "...Do you have any way of knowing if that's the case?"

"I can check for you, but I don't know how reliable that is. Can you not call him?" She asks.

"I...did not think to do that, for some reason." I admit to her. It didn't cross my mind, because I assumed he was seriously injured or dead already.

"Try it. If it doesn't work, then that's where he is. Or he's dead...in which case, he'd still be in the Underworld..." She trails off.

I feel my eyes somehow get even wider. Can I get more panicked? Is that possible? I put a hand on my heart, feeling it as it beats faster. I need to get a grip. "Try calling him right now?"

"I would be able to sense that! He's not dead." She reassures me quickly.

He's not dead, she'd know, Will. It's okay...